Tribute to Rocky

By Kathleen Arenburg, August 2016

Poochie, my companion and best friend, came to me as a frisky, sweet and gentle eight years old dog.  He had a mind of his own and found a way to let me know what he wanted, needed and when.  Poochie would patiently wait by the couch for me to come and sit with him.  Maybe he would get a belly rub if he were lucky.  If it took too long for me to come, he would become vocal.  We had our ways to communicate.  The love ran deep between us and there was a bond not to be broken.